Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Love Pa Pa Love

"Love Pa Pa love."

I was talking to my little Grand Daughter on the phone and she just melted my heart.

My son with the big heart, Micheal asked if I wanted to go to the zoo with Cordelia and Amanda my Daughter-In-Law.

Amanda isn't home when I get there and I take Cordelia for two short walks in her little wagon.
I then buy lunch for her and Micheal and soon Amanda gets home with new plates for her car.
Micheal puts the new license plates on the car and the family is off to the zoo.

The Kansas City Zoo is a mess. Half open with few animal exhibits it is a sad example of bad design. I believe in the current zoo director and his ability to turn this around for the zoo but I shutter at all the money wasted in the past.

My little Grand Daughter knows nothing about the ugly politics of the city and loves the zoo.
She is happy with all the zoo has to offer and I see all the hard work given form in the smile of my Grand Daughter.

Cordelia wants me to carry her and I find this almost impossible with my broken rib. I find the only way I can carry her is on my shoulders. She loves this as she is higher than all of us for once.
I hadn't carried a child this way for a long period of time since her father was little. I was at an Art Museum and I was told by museum security I was endangering my child.

No one seemed to mind I was carrying my Grand Daughter like this. After we saw all the animals I bought a zoo train ride for the family. This was Cordelia's first train ride.

I talked to Cordelia on the phone again.

"Cho cho Pa Pa cho cho."

A week had passed since the zoo trip and Cordelia tells me her first story at my home.

"Cho cho Pa Pa cho cho. Bird, Monk (Monkey) Cho cho Pa Pa. (Finding no words in her small vocbuary for train tunnel, Cordelia cups her hands over her head)

"We went through a long dark train tunnel didn't we?"

Bright eyed Cordelia shakes her head yes.

"Cho cho Pa Pa cho cho."

My heart melts.


horse and moon said...

I know how it feels.
Those little miracles have that power.
Wish you to enjoy a lot of those melting.

Robert A Vollrath said...

The best thing in life is being a Grandparent:)

Thanks for the comment.

Joan Sandford-Cook said...

Isnt it wonderful to have young grand children, then you get the chance to go to all sorts of places you'd feel a bit daft about going on your own but really really want to visit!!!!!

The novel plan is so extensive, I did not realise you had to work all this out first. It sounds intriguing. ... and hard work.

Robert A Vollrath said...

I'm so far behind on all my work but I still try to give most of a day each week to my Grand Daughter.
I never grew up so Grand Children are perfect for me.

The Novel is easier than I thought it would be. Everything is just flowing from me.

At this point there is a plan for nine novels. Three based on my real and imagined life and six based on my complex belief system.

Nardeeisms said...

Robert, you leave me smiling...~Nards

Robert A Vollrath said...

Nards. I've missed your blog!
I smiled when I read your comment:)

иidhi S said...


chhoooooo cute this is....

Robert A Vollrath said...

I try not to do too many of these cute stories but when my Grand Daughter tell me a story I have no choice but to write it in this blog.

иidhi S said...

@ Robert

I can absolutely understand... i know I have seen my nephew grow up and and every moment...its a new experience.